Man, Type Three: The Surrealist
When you look at a painting by Salvador Dali where he’s got a pocket watch melted over a tree branch or a lion jumping out of…
Let the “Man”thropology Continue: The Pre-Raphaelite Lover
Getting back to the notion of “type” (and those pesky Impressionists in particular) I should confess that I’ve been mulling over my “observations” of the male…
The End of the Story
As it turns out, nothing has changed between you and me. Even though you pause to hand me the morning paper when we say our goodbyes…
It’s Gettin’ Hot in Here
You ask me to me to meet you for a drink, so I do. You ask me not to write about it, so I don’t. You…
Like Clockwork: What Men and Trains Have in Common
There are few things in this world more reliable than the Swiss rail system. I know this because when I was 17, I blitzed from Strasbourg…
